Far below the surface, was a series of winding passageways. Long and deep, covered in the corpses and restless souls of the fallen. A city, no, more than a city. A subterranean civilisation. And yet, everything was reinforced. Everything was stocked with weapons, some so far from known weaponry it was unrecognizable, besides it's purpose. A military base, spanning the entire inside of the planet. It was almost as if a space station of unimaginable size had simply stopped moving, and frosted over, it's resident struck by some unimaginable catacylsm. Was it one of their many weapons that had killed them? Was it the robotic servants, still partially operational, their ripped apart bodies now strewn in the wake of the Mad God? Was it perhaps the dark aura of magic that had been responisble for their destruction?

Whatever had been the cause, Asura could feel little sympathy as he raced after his prey. From the moment he had entered he had felt something was.... off. Something wrong, something that did not belong. It was beyond evil, beyond morality in any form. It was unnatural in the purest sense, something that should not exist. It was disturbing, to say the least. Any civilisation responsible for the creation or study of such a..... wrongness.... would clearly meet disaster sooner or later.

As Asura reached a lower floor, he could sense that he had nearly reached the planet's core. After nearly half an hour of flying down at his maximum speed, slaughtering the weakened robotic servants on the way, he was approaching whatever had cast such a terrible aura. The blast doors became rapidly heavier, and he could sense the remains of powerful warding spells. And yet Genocide seemed to pass through them with ease, dismantling them as they came along. Perhaps this was his capability, the reason he had been sent down here? The ability to destroy any ward?

Eventually, Asura stood before the final barrier. A great blast door, forged from unknown materials, enchanted heavily. Whilst the arcane enchantments had already been removed, the door itself had been shut behind Genocide. Somehow, his opponent had already managed to pass through them, because he could feel Genocide's presence ahead. Furthermore, he could sense an increase in the wrongness, a power radiating from it. Whatever was in that room, Genocide was doing something to it. And it wouldn't end well.